"It's better, isn't it, son, to go back to my trade?"
"Yes, Father."
"Better to be a lucky cooper than an unlucky sailor?"
"Yes, sir, Father! Lots better to be a cooper. Uh-what's a cooper?"
Father chuckled. "He makes barrels." He stared out across the water again; his smile faded. "Barrels..." He sighed. "Come on, Nat."
-Carry On, Mr. Bowditch, Jean Lee Latham
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